“If you move,” he cried, sternly, “I’ll blow your brains out!”
Vijal lay motionless.
“Scoundrel!” exclaimed Brandon, as he held him with the revolver pressed against his head, “who sent you to do this?”
Vijal in sullen silence answered nothing.
“Tell me or I’ll kill you. Was it Potts?”
Vijal made no reply.
“Speak out,” cried Brandon. “Fool that you are, I don’t want your life.”
“You are the murderer of my father,” said Vijal, fiercely, “and therefore I sought to kill you.”
Brandon gave a low laugh.
“The murderer of your father?” he repeated.